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Tree* of Many Fruit*.
. Counrty Life In America: Many
people who live on city lot* long for
fruit trees of their own from which to
pather fresh fruit Instead of being de
pendent on the markets, but, owing to
cramped garden area, they feel that an
on hard Is an Impossibility. Mr.
Vaughn of Pasadena was confronted
by Just such a problem, but he has
cleverly found a way out of the diffl
icultv. On the back of his town lot
She had room for six fruit trees. He
{planted naval oranges and peaches and
plums, and, when they became strong
Pnd sturdy, he grafted and budded
'other varieties Into them. The opera
tions were all successful, and now Mr.
(Vaughn has numerous varieties of fruit
that ripen at all times of yeiy and fur
jnish an abundance for table use. On
feme naval orange tree Mr. Vaughn bud
ded s tangerine, a grape fruit, a lemon,
(and a blood orange, making with the
haval orange Itself five kinds of fruit
*on ona tree. They all bear profusely,
nnd the fruit is of extraordinarily large
*lze. The peach trees were budded
with numerous varieties of early and
late peaches as well as apricots and
'nectarines. These trees bear from the
first of July to the first of November.
[Tim plum trees have been Induced to
(produce many kinds of plunis. If all
the fruit raised from these six trees
came from Individual trees of their own
.kind, It would take something like a
five-acre ranch to accommodate the
ton-hard.
Good New* for All.
Bradford, Tenn., Nov. 21.—(Special.,
/-Scientific research shows Kidney
^Trouble to be the father of so many
diseases that news of a discovery of a
igure cure for it cannot fall to be wel
A*oined all over the country. And ac
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'place Just such a cure Is found In
/Dodd’s Kidney Pills. Mr, Davis says:
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ittueh.”
Kidney Complaint develops Into
/Bright’s Disease, Dropsy, Diabetes,
Rheumatism and other painful and
/fetal diseases. The safeguard Is to
cure yoiy kidneys with Dodd’s Kidney
Pills when they show the first symp
tom of disease.
Fathers and Sons.
I.ondon Spectator; Observers are struck
with the camaraderie carried to the verge
of equality which obtains between fathers
and their Hehoolboy sons; bo that their
mutual companionship Is a source of un
feigned pleasure to both, anil should prove
a safeguard against many evils In the fu
ture. This Is essentially a modern de
velopment, and stands to the credit of
the fathers of the present day.
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Hull’s Family Flits are the best
An Even Break.
The I.ondon Broad Arrow says: To tesi
the effect of alcohol upon marksmanship,
A whole Swiss battalion has been prac
tised; (1) After total abstinence; (2) after
drinking the previous evening; (3) after
drinking the same day In moderation, and
<4) afiei a heavy bout of drinking on the
day of | ractice. The result has been held
to prove stimulants good for short dia
tom s amF harmful for long ranges.
American railway* handle about $12,
Biju.MK) worth of groin a year.
(leronlrno. the noted Apache chief.
Jiao learned to read, and can write hla
Dnme. He Is exceedingly proud of hi*
accomplishments.
A umjuui
OEDEBED OUT BY A FOWEBFUI
COMBINATION.
A K«um Woinna Succeeds In Main
taining Her Right to Karn Her
LWlog.
The walking delegate is not the only
oik' who can order the employee to give
up his job. Some irregularity in Ilia
health may force him from his work and
render him incapable of improving the
very finest opportunity in the world.
A remedy that will restore health solves
many labor difficulties at once and makes
the path to success a smooth one.
Miss Winnifred Bay, of No. 917
Water street, Wichita, Kansas, has
passed happily through an experience
which illustrates this point. She says :
“ In 19011 began to suffer from con
siderable disturbance of my health.
There was derangement of stomach and
bowels, as well as female troubles.
My appetite became very feeble. Some
days I had no desire for food at all and
When I did take any it caused me great
discomfort, particularly burning sensa
tions. I also had palpitation of the heart
and often a sense of being smothered,
and I became so nervous I couldn’t sleep.
One doctor thought I had heart disease,
another consumption, another a radical
disorder of the liver. While I was not
confined to my bed, I was so miserable
that I really thought I must die.
“After suffering in this way for a year
without finding any relief, I read about
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People
in a book and got a box and began to
use them. In a week I was better. In
six or seven weeks I was well. My liver
seemed to be stimulated at once and my
complexion cleared up. The burning sen
satiou left my stomach and I could eat
nearly everything I wanted. I had no
more pain in my abdomen and no more
trouble with my heart. My whole system
appeared to be regulated and the grave
fears of the doctors were all banished,
t have recovered my strength and
cheerfulness and am able to do my reg
ular daily work and to support myself
again. The pills have done me great
good and I believe they would help others
equally if they would try them.”
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale Peo
ple are sold by all druggists, or direct by
Dr. Williams Medicine Company, Sche
^^irctady, N. Y., SO cents per box; six
M^^(>postpui'i.
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She was aware that her solicitor,
George Coris, was a man of ability and
resource; that her counsel. Sir Charles
Tailing and Justice Twixley, stood at
the head and front of their profession;
that Mackworth the detective was a
man who. in the course of years of ex
perience, had trained his natural gifts
to a rare point of perfection, and she
strove to inspire herself with hope at
the thought that they were working
for her with might and will. Nor was
she wanting friends. No day passed
that George Bostock did not visit her,
bringing words of cheer and counsel.
And many of those who in the past
professed to esteem her, now called
upon her. though to none of them was
she visible; while her cousin Velerlous
had telegraphed to her from Brindisi
that, having Just heard the terrible
news, he was on his way back to Eng
Inad.
It was late one evening—while Olive
Dumbarton and her daughter were in
the drawing room, the former seated in
a high backed easy chair gazing ab
sently into the fire, her thoughts full
of the future—that dreaded unknown
future which might hold untold terrors
for her, the girl striving to read, but
being unable to coniine her mind to
her subject, her eyet. raising themselves
continually, anxiously, pitifully toward
her mother’s pale face when Valerius
Galbraith was announced. Both started
at the sound of his name, and looking
up, kept their eyes fixed on him with
something of surprise in their expres
sion; for even in that first glance they
saw how changed was the man before
them from him who had parted from
them little more than a week before.
The freskiess and buoyancy which
had been his chief characteristics had
given place to an expression of pain
and anxiety; his prominent blue eyes,
which had ever spaakled with pleasure,
were now clouded by grief; lines were
for the first time visible In hts face;
that sedulous care of his personal ap
pearance, which formerly gave the im
pression of elegance, was now conspicu
ous by Its absence, and he looked every
year of his age.
"Olive,” he exclaimed, grasping her
extended hand In both his own, and if
the woman he addressed had not al
ready recognized in his altered aspect
the deep concern he felt for her, she
would have heard it in the tremulous
tones of his voice, and understood.
Her heart was touched with grati
tude because of the grief he felt for
her, und she remembered with a sad
satisfaction the affection he had ever
shown her since the days when they
were young together, and life that
seemed unclouded then lay bright be
fore them.
"I knew you would come back, and I
am glad you have,” she said.
"Of course, I returned the moment
I heard of--of this terrible affair,” he
replied, hesitating, perhaps out of deli
cacy to her feelings to use the stronger
word which described David Dumbar
ton’s end.
"I sent a telegram to Paris the day
after it happened.”
"I had left by then. It was in Brin
disi I first read of his death. You can
Imagine the shock I received. I have
hardly slept since. Then I came back
aB soon as I could, and only reached
town a couple of hours ago.”
"I suppose you have heard all?”
"All that the newspapers could tell
me.”
“About the coroner’s court and the
verdict?” she said In a troubled vqlce.
"YeB, yes," he answered, struggling
with his emotion. “It’s terrible to think
that you should suffer this—you who
would not injure any living thing; you
who have already endured so much.”
“Tell me, Valerius,” she said In a
hesitating voice, "did you at first, even
for a moment, think I was guilty,?”
“You guilty?” he cried out. “Never,
never. I knew you were Innocent.”
"It makes me almost happy to hear
you say so; to know that my friends
don’t believe me guilty. You are aware,
of course, that circumstances ure all
against me?”
“So I gather. But let me hear all.”
"There Is little to tell that you have
not already read,” she began by saying,
and she went over the details of the
caBe which were ever present In her
mind, dwelling on the narrow compass
which surrounded the case and seemed
to fasten the guilt upon her.
"Then there's no absolute clew?”
“Not that I know of, at least,” Olive
Pumbarton replied.
“Except- the knife,’’ suggested Vero
nica.
“The knife?" Valerius repeated, turn
ing toward the girl.
“I had forgotten that,” Olive re
marked. "Mackworth, the detective
hopes It may be help him to discover
the owner.”
“But there Is nothing else to go
upon?” he asked.
"Nothing at present, Olive answered
and something In the sound of her voice
and in the expression of her face be
trayed the depths of that despair lo
which at moments she was driven.
He who was sensitive to every afflic
tion in her tones, to every change in
tier expression, heard and saw, and
now understood clearer than before the
keeness of the pain she secretly suf
fered beneath the bravery of her man
ner. His heart was wrung, and over
come by a sudden wave of feeling, he
burled his lieud in his arms, which were
folded on the table before him, They
who watched hlin with dim eyes and
troubled minds saw this strong man's
shoulders rise and fall as he struggled
with himself for mastery of his emo
tions, and Veronica, unable to bear the
sight, left the room abruptly, that she
might cry more freely when alone.
Olive Dumbarton, deeply touched by
what she saw, with much difficulty re
frained from breaking down completely.
She had known her cousin loved her,
though she had not returned his love,
but had not previously suspected the
fulness of its strength which he now,
though by no word of his revealed .to
her. Before she had regarded him as
merely a man of the world, who per
sistently sought pleasure and avoided
pain; one of a kindly and gentle dispo
sition, pleasant and sympathetic, whose
feelings, lying on the surface, had no
deep roots stretching down and taking
a firm grip in the heart. Now, in one
of these unexpected moments of emo
tion, when the soul is suddenly re
vealed, she saw how wrong was her
supposition, and she recognized how
little she had understood him.
"Valerius,” she said gently, placing
one hand on his shoulder.
He quickly raised his face, which
was quivering from excitement and
pale from suffering. He rose and faced
her, looking into her eyes until she
lowered hers, for she feared he was
about to speak words she would not
willingly hear, but If such had been his
intention, he checked himself, and ab
ruptly turned away.
Then coming back quickly to where
she stood confused and agitated, he
said rapidly and flsreely;
■'Ofive. It's intolerable to think you
must bear the ignominy, the shame,
the publicity of this trial.”
”It has to be borne,” she answered.
Btriving to appear brave.
"But you have to suffer for another^
crime; there is the bitterness—the cru
elty of the position, I cannot think of it
with patience.”
“I may not suffer long. He who—
who did the deed may be discovered be
fore my trial comes before the court.”
"He may not—he may never be
tracked," Valerius cried out, yet stirred
with intense emotion.
"Have you then no hope for me?"
Bhe asked in a voice whose pitifulness
appealed to and reproached him for his
hastily spoken words.
"Yes, yes, I have. I am certain your
Innocence will be proved sooner or
later, but what may you suffer mean
while?”
“I will strive to grow strong and
carry this burden laid upon me for
some wise purpose inconceivable and
inexplicable to us, as courageously as
I can.”
“Ah, Olive," he said suddenly and ve
hemently, as if carried away by an ir
testible Impulse. “If you had listened
to me long ago how much pain might
you and 1 have been spared, how much
might we have known?"
Menus," she exclaimed reproach
give me. I don’t know what X
ring tonight. 1 did not mean to
you now, least of all when you
suf|i most.”
sure not,” she replied, ready to
him because she was conscious
grief he felt and could not then
and because, moreover, she
zed that truth, perhaps, lay in
rds— a truth that was full of
sa to her.
_ had she not loved him and so
escape® tl^e storm and strife, the agony
and hi&nlllation which had come to her
through the man whose love she had
accepted and whose life she had
shared? Why cannot we indeed, act
wisely and with foresight Instead of
permitting our hearts to lead us blind
fold iitto paths beset with miseries
and fnttight wltjfc dangers manifold?
“You are always blind, always ready
to forg jfe, to make allowances,” he said
with earnestness, his eyea turned to
hers plfidlngly. "And now, good night,
I will cl»ne again tomorrow, but before
I call t will see your solicitors and
Mackwerth.”
"Vtffyiwell,” she answered absently.
“You know I am your next of kin,
the only; near relative you have, and I
must ac| for you.”
“Thar.it you, Valerius, but there is
now llttiA to be done," she replied, and
then wijh some some hesitation, con
tinued, “Mr. Bostock has been very
kind, slid has done ail he possibly
could for'; me.”
"I understand," Valerius said after e
pause. 1
“But oi course it may be as well for
you to sjie Mr. Corls and the detec
tive." |
"What Is his theory?”
"That the death may be traced to
revenge. Do you think it is most prob
able?” i
“I consider it most likely. Heaven
only knovA how many enemies such a
man maydhave made, how many men
may he hljve injured; how many wom
en he inky have wronged. Havltjg
lived abrold he may have been initiated
Into somelsecret society, whose confi
dence he hay have sold or betrayed.
There is ir| knowing how many he may
have 1 nap (red with a desire for his
death.
As ValeMua spoke rapidly and ex
citedly he tin>*d his eyes away from
his hearer and 9, was only as he con
cluded he glanced at i.rr f^ce and saw
the pain it expressed, pain'eauged by
hts words.
“Forgive me once more," he said
penitently.
"He is dead, let us say nothing harsh
of him,” she murmured.
"Y'es, he Is dead, but the misery he
caused in life has not died with him,”
answered Valerius, bitterly.
Olive Dumbarton, sore at heart,
turned away.
“You see,” said Valerius following
her. “I cannot control myself tonight,
but I will leave you at once. God knows
t have no desire to add to your vexa
tions. Good night once more.”
“Good night,” she replied, holding out
her hand.
As he took it in his own a quiver
passed through his frame. He turned
from her almost abruptly, but before
he reached the door Veronica entered
and said:
“Doctor Quave cannot come tonight,
mother.”
"Very well, dear.”
“But Quinton is here,” Veronica said
somewhat shyly, “and says he would
like to see you, mother.”
“In the dining room.”
“Ask him to come here. You re
member Quinton Quave,” Olive said to
her cousin as Veronica quitted the
room.
"Yes. very well.”
"He lias taken his degrees and gives
great promise of being a very clever
doctor. He and his parents have been
most kind to me since—since—that ter
rible night.”
Valerius remembered that Dr. Quave
anil his son were among the iirst who
had come upon the scene of the trag
edy, and he felt interested in seeing the
fc/
Sure Thing.
Lord De Broke—Marrying for money
is like—aw—putting yourself in pawn,
dontcherknow.
Count De Bum Bum—How so, old
chap?
Lord De Broke—You get the money,
but the other party gets you.
Voung man, with whom, on his entering
the room, he shook hands.
CHAPTER nL
Quinton Qunve, who had just reached
his twenty-third birthday, was a young
nan of middle stature, broad shoul
dered and stoutly built. His dark com
plexion, large brown, slow-moving eyes,
heavy brows, and thick black hair, gave
indications of his Celtic origin. His
face, which was more round than oval
In shape, the chin dimpled, the Ups
thick but Arm and well curved, indi
cated strength, physical and mental, a
strength which by no means hid its ex
pression of gentleness, or concealed the
innate and unmistakable kindness In
his nature. His voice was low pitched
and mellow, his words came slowly and
with hesitation, and his gait rvas leis
urely, even and resolute.
His hostess, with that grace of move
ment and charm of manner which af
fliction was powerless to destroy, wel
comed him.
“My father regrets that he Is unable
to come tonight.” the young man said,
' but he has sent me Instead, and I have
brought a draught which he has pre
pared for you today.”
"He Is always thoughtful,” Olive
Dumbarton remarked.
"You are better, I hope?”
“Yes, thanks. I think I feel
stronger.”
“Mother doesn’t look so pale, does
she?” Veronica Bald.
"Not at all," answered Quinton in his
deliberate tones, as he turned his eyes
upon Veronica.
“I have Just returned from Brlndsl,"
Valerius stated. "Mrs. Dumbarton has
told me how kind your father has been,
and I hope to call and thank him to
morrow or the day after.”
"I’m sure he will be gltul to see you,”
replied Quinton. ^
“We will all work In a common
cause,” Valerius said, turning his prom
inent blue eyes, now full of anxiety,
upon the young man.
"And we must succeed,” added Quin
ton, emphatically.
"Veronica cast a gUAiBgat him full
of gratitude. Her belief Ug his ability
was unbounded; what he siought to do
he must certainly accomplish.
“That brings me to mention what I
was anxious, you, Mrs. Dumbarton,
should first hear,” said tb swoung man
in his slow, deliberate milliner.
"What Is that?” she askaa, her large
gray-blue eyes lighting tfti expecta
tion.
"It's only this morning I remembered
it, and after all Is may not prove of
any use, or may not serve ><* a clew.”
"A clew?” Olive Dumbaf t#i repeated
anxiously.
“I suppose I was too mi cfi upset to
think of it before."
"What is It, Quinton?” she asked
earnestly.
"You know that night-*
"Yea, yes," Olive Dumbarton Inter
rupted.
“Well, I was going to bed early, be
fore 11. I knew the hour. Because I
had Just wound my watcb IMy bed
room windows faced the roadi and as I
looked out I distinctly sg'Vla figure
leaning against the wall tiluch faces
your house and ours.”
“A figure 7” echoed Olive Inignbarton.
“Of a man.”
“Well—well continue,” Valegpus said,
exasperated by the narrator's Ilowness.
"That Is all."
A sigh of disappointment | escaped
Olive Dumbarton’s lips.
"Did you see him move toward the
house, or speak to any one, or iact In a
suspicious way?" asked Valerius, his
interest aroused to the hlghei tlpltch.
“No. I Just saw him staled there
during the minute or so at which I
looked at him. I merely pulled down
the blinds and went to bed.” |
"It may have been a policeman?”
suggested Valerius.
"I’m sure It wasn’t”
“Why?”
"Because I could see clearlyllnough
he did not wear a policeman,® uni
form. He had on a slouched hit, and
the lower part of his face wap*byered
either by a beard or a muffler. ISome
how I got the impression he wiujla for
eigner.”
"A foreigner?" repeated Olh ^Dum
barton.
“Yes." 1
Are you sure," Valerius asljt'®in an
anxious tone, "that the
man—the i?an who lost l:./life that
night?” .. 1 •
"Certain. The foretgfcft- was much
taller, his figure was slighter, and he
was altogether of a different build.”
"If you saw so much you were per
haps able to see his face.” said Valeri
us, "and will eventually be able to
identify him."
“No. As I told you, he wore a
slouched hat and that shadowed the
upper part of his face, while the muf
fler or beard hid the lower part. Then
he was also shaded by the thick ivy
on the top of the wall against which
he stood." «
“And yet you could see him?” said
Valerius, irritated that the young man’s
observation had not gone farther.
"I could see sufficient to show me his
height and the outline of his figure as
1 have described him.”
"After nil. he may not have had any
concern with the tragedy," remarked
Valerius.
“That is what I begun by saying,”
Quinton responded.
“But how did you come to connect
him with It in your mind?"
“Well, it flashed upon me suddenly
today," Quinton answered quietly, "and
I thought I would mention it first to
Mrs. Dumbarton, and if she approved
of my doing so I would then tell Mack
worth what I had seen.”
"Yes; let him know by all means,"
Olivo replied In a voice quivering with
nervous anxiety. "The smallest inci
dent may lead to discoveries one never
expected. You must tell him at once,
Quinlon."
"I'll go and see him early tomorrow."
"I confess I am disappointed,” re
marked Galbraith quietly. "I thought,
when you began, you had really found
something that might take us farther
still."
And who knows that this may not?”
the voung man answered, turning to
Valerius. ' Thei^ Is this to be said:
If the man I saw watching Mrs. Dum
barton’s house was not the same who
killed her husband, he may at least
have seen or met the man who did."
“How do you make that out?" Valeri
us asked.
“Why. half an hour hadn't quite
elapsed between the time l saw him
and the time the tragedy occurred. He
cannot have been far off from the
scene, and he may, if he'sAinnocent.
be able to tell something of the man
who is not."
"You arc right." said Valerius. "I
didn't regard it In that light before.
You must tell Mackworth what you
have seen."
"What strikes me as being suspicious
is this.” Quinton said, his deliberate
manner impressing his hearers.
"What?” Olive Dumbarton asked, her
eyes riveted on his face.
"That he hasn't come forward to
make any statement."
(Continued Next Week.)
As It is Underetood—Sometimes.
Town Topics: Miss Parvenue (at
the dressmaker's, reading signs) —
"Robes de soiree et de ville—"
Mrs Parvenue (interrupting)—"Dis
gusting I hate these American dress
makers who want to be Frenchy. Why
can't she say in plain English, dresses
of silk and velvet?"
NATIONS' PROVERBS
VARY BUT LITTLE
Similar Ideas in Different Words
Serve in Many Peoples’
Languages.
WHERE SOME ORIGINATED
Prophesy a Slave Once Made to the
King of Samos Is Heard Every
Day—"Fortune Favor# Fools,”
With Variations.
London Globe: Many proverbs have
come down to us from remote ages and
are common to all nations.
It is said that a king of Samos
worked his slave nearly to death in
making a vineyard; this provoked one
of them to prophesy that his master
would never drink the wine. The king,,
being told of this, when the first grapes
were produced took a handful, and, ■
pressing the Juice into a cup in thei
presence of the slaves, derided him as;
a falle prophet. “Many things happenl
between the cup and the lip," the slave
replied.
JuSt then a shout was raised that a
wild boar had broken into the vineyard.
The king, without tasting, set down the
cup, ran to meet it, and was killed in
the encounter. Henceforth the words
of the slave passed into a proverb.
From this Greek original came two
French proverbs, “Between the hand
and the mouth the soup is often spilt,”
and “Wine poured out is not swal
lowed.” Neither is so near the original
as our English “There’s many a slip
‘twixt cup and lip.”
Similar Ideas Differently Expressed.
It is curious to trace how Blmilar
ideas have taken root in different lan
guages and the various modes of illus
trating the same thought. To take, for
instance, one or two familiar proverbs
in our own language.
We say, “A bird in the hand is worth
two in the bush.'" The same idea is
expressed by Italians when they say,
"Better an egg today than a pullet to
morrow,” and the French proverb is
still more significant, "One here-it-is is
better than two you-shall-have-its.”
"Better a leveret in the kitchen than a
wild boar in the forest,” is the Livonian
saying conveying the same meaning.
The proverbs on luck are numerous
and expressive in all languages. In
English we say, “It is better to be born
lucky than rich." The Arabs conVey
the same idea in the apt proverb,
"Throw him into the Nile and he will
come up with a fish in his mouth,"
while the Germans say, “If he flung a
penny on the roof a dollar would come
back to him.”
Fortune and Fools.
A Spanish proverb says, “God sent
you luck, my son, and little wit wdll
serve you.” There is a Latin adage,
•Fortune favors fools,” and it is to
this Touchstone alludes in his reply to
Jacques, "Call me not fool till heaven
lath sent me fortune.”
Some unlucky Englishman is respon
sible for the saying; “If my father
had made me a hatter, men would have
been born without heads,” but this can
scarcely be called original, as an un
fortunate Arab, years ago, declared, “If
I were to trade in winding sheets no
one would die.
"Misfortunes seldom come singly”
has many equivalents in all languages.
The Spaniards say. "Welcome, misfor
tune, if thou comest alone,” and
‘“Whither goes thou, misfortune? To
where there is more?”
This same applies also to good for
tune, “It never rains, but it pours,” or
as the Arabs say, “If the wind blows it
enters at every crevice."
Counterpart In All Countries.
“He that Is down, down with him,”
has its counterpart in all countries. “He
that falls all the world runs over,” la
the German mode of saying it, and the
Portuguese proverb runs, “All bite the
bitten dog,” while a French equivalent
is, “When a dog is.drowning everybody
brings him drink.”
But there is a Spanish proverb we
shall do well to remember; they say of
a tedious writer, "He leaves no ink in
his Inkpot.
IN AN ANTARCTIC SQUALL.
When ttie Temperature is at 72 Do
grees of Frost.
Century Magazine: Suddenly the
mist lifted and the temperature, which
generally rose during a gale, by this
time had fallen to 72 degrees of frost.
The first squall brought drift snow, and
we suffered greatly from frost bites
while securing our little camp. Our
reindeer sleeping bags, while warm
from previous use, had been packed
on the sledge, where they became quite
flat and frozen hard, so that when the
gale surprised us we had to thaw our
selves gradually into the bags. Later J
on we used the dogs to thaw out the 1
bags for us. They always liked to roll
upon anything that was not snow' or
Ice, even were It but a thrown-away
mitten and they would turn round and
round over It Imagining that they were
warmer there than on the snow. When
later we threw our frozen bags on the
snow, the dogs generally clustered
together on them at once, and soon af
ter we could get Into them.
By this time the gale was over us in
earnest, and we took refuge in our
sleeping bags in the tent, from which
we were not able to extricate ourselves
for the next three nights and days,
In which time we expected the icy floor
beneath us to break up at any mo
ment. Our silk tent rapidly filled with
a dense fog, both from our breath and
from the heat given out by the lantern;
a thick layer of frost soon covered the
Inner w'alls of the tent, and beautiful
snow crystals shone down on us
through the ventilation hole in the bag.
The drift snow left us Just enough
space for our sleeping bags. The dark
little spot which we formed on those
vast white fields was blotted out. Men.
dogs and sledges all disappeared, and
the antarctic gale as it raged over us
found nothing but cold white solitude.
. For three nights and three days we
had to take turns in standing on all
fours to prevent being Smothered by
the pressure of the snow. From time
to time the Ljujs Joined in melancholy
native hymns, the monotony of which
seemed In a remarkable degree to har
monize with the rage of the blizzard
over our heads. We had brought a
small aluminum cooking stove with us
into the tent, and with difficulty we
prepared a warm meal. But in the cold
the metal stuck to our fingers and It
was not pleasant to have one's turn
at cooking. We roasted the heart of a
seal, but other parts we ate raw. The
dogs were completely snowed under.
Some of them had eaten the straps of
their harness in order to free them
selves* but they were still unable to
move, being frozen to the ice.
Life: "You ran over that chap. Are you
going to stop?"
'Yes, just aa soon as we reach a repair
ehop. 1 heard something break when w«
hit him."
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The "Spere Room” of Memory.
Boston Herald: The flat lias certain
advantages, in spite of musical enthu
siasts below or above It, in spite of the
tube that, with Its public piouth, in
vites all sorts of invitations to buy or
sell, and excites the passing humorist
to play upon as a pipe of many notes.
The flat discourages unexpected vis
itors. who climb up the stairway with
bags and baggage, in e'xpectatlon of ,
food and lodging. When ypu have a
house to yourself. Uncle Amos, Aunt
Luella, or Cpusln Joe does not under
stand why there should not be a room
and meals, especially as they are all
"blood relatives;” but so were the three
daughters of the horse-leech. The flat
has Just so many rooms, and they are
all occupied. There Is no lost room, no
secret chamber; even the despised
tube is here a weapon of defense, for
a well-trained servant’s voice may dis
courage, approach, repel would-be
boarders. Cousin Joe, .who Is not a bit
fussy, admits that he cannot camp out
comfortably on the grand piano, and
you prove to him that the bookcase or
the chest of drawers is not a masked
bedstead. The most intrepid relation
shies at the enforced proximity in a
flat.
It is true that the spare room in
Uncle Amos’ village home was often at
your service In your younger days.
You still remember its chief character
istics—the floor hole, through which the
heat was supposed to rise from the liv
ing room below and thus "take the
chill off.” This hole had sometimes a
thin and deceptive covering. By put
ting your ear to the hole you could
easily ascertain the opinions of your
hosts concerning your personal appear
ance, table manners, conversation. If
your entertainers were absent-minded,
you discovered this hole by putting a
leg through it on your way to bed.
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Field Marshal Sir Henry Wylie Nor
man. who died recently, once refused
the office of viceroy of India.
“WHACKS
And What They Mean.
When Old Mother Nature gives yon
a “whack” remember “there’s a rea
son,” so try .and say “thank you;” them
set about finding what youMiave done
to demand the rebuke, and try and get
back into line, for that’s the happy
place after all.
Curious how many highly organized
people fail to appreciate and heed the
first little, gentle "whacks” of the good
old Dame, but go right along with the
habit, whatever it may be, that causes
her disapproval. Whiskey, Tobacco,
Coffee, Tea or other unnatural treat
ment of the body, until serious illness
sets in or some chronic disease.
Some people seem to get on very
well with those things for a while, and
Mother Nature apparently cares but
little what they do.
Perhaps she has no particular plans
for them and thinks it little use to
waste time in their training.
There are people, however, who seem
to be selected by Nature to “do
things.” The old Mother expects them
to carry out some department of her
great work. A portion of these select
ed ones oft and again seek to stimu
late and then deaden the tool (the
body) by some one or more of the
drugs—Whiskey, Tobacco, CofTee, Tea,
Morphine, etc.
You know all of these throw down
the same class of alkaloids in chemi
cal analysis. They stimulate and tjien
depress. They take from man or wom
an the power to do his or her best
work.
After these people have drugged fot
a time they get a hint or mild “whack”
to remind them that they have work
to do, a mission to perform, and should
be about the business, but are loafing
along the wayside and become unfitted
for the fame and fortune'that waits
for them if they but stick to the course
and keep the body clear of obstruc
tions so it can carry out the behests of
the mind.
Sickness is a call to “copae up high
er.” These hints come in various
forms. It may be stomach trouble or
bowels, heart, eyes, kidneys or general
nervous prostration. You may depend
upon it when a “wbac#’ comes it’s a
warning to quit some abuse and do the
right and fair thing with the body.
Perhaps it is coffee drinking that
offends. That is one of the greatest
causes of human disorder among
Americans.
Now then if Mother Nature is gentle
with you and only gives light, little
“whacks” at first to attract attention,
don’t abuse her consideration, or she
will soon hit you harder, sure.
And you may also be sure she will
hit you very, very hard if you insist
on following the way you have been
doing.
It seems hard work to give up a
habit, and we try ail sorts of plans to
charge our ill feelings to some other
cause than the real one.
Coffee drinkers when ill will attrib
ute the trouble to bad food, malaria,
overwork and what not.Jiut they keep
on being sick and gradually getfing
worse until they are finally forced to
quit entirely, even the "only one cup
a day.” Then they begin to get bet
ter, and unless they have gone long
enough to set up some fixed organic
disease, they generally get entirely
well.
It is easy to quit coffee at once and
for all, by having well made Postura,
with its rich, deep, seal-brown color
which comes to the beautiful golden
brown when good cream is added, and
the crisp snap of good, mild .Java is
there if the Fostum has been boiled
long enough to bring it out.
It pays to be well and happy for
good old Mother Nature then sends us
her blessings of many and various
kinds and helps us to gain fame and
fortune.
Strip off the handicaps, leave out tin.
deadening habits, heed Mother Na
ture’s hints, quit being a loser and
become a winner. She will help you
sure if you cut out the things that
keep you back.
“There’s a reason” and a profound
one.
I.ook in each package for a copy of
the famous little book, “The Hoad to
Wellvllle.”